The One He Claimed Sophie And Hunter Novels & Stories

I'm about to stop him and ask him some questions but he stomps away. I get inside and find Sophie exactly where we left her. She's coughing heavily. "Sophie, are you okay?" "I'm... I'm fine," she stutters. "I feel better now." "Who is that doctor? He's not assigned to you. Who the hell is he?" Sophie is shocked I just asked her that. "I think... I think..." "Sophie! Say something!" "I think Tyrone sent one of his men to try and kill me." No! ^^^^

Chapter 53 LAURA This moment each time it comes it's like a nightmare one that lingers forever I wait for a change in his countenance but everything remains blank, no surprise look no gawking no tellin no moving away, He seats still looking at me unfazed as if waiting for a bigger news, "Aren't you going to say Anything?" I ask him unsure if he heard me right, "I'm sorry what?" "I'm a hunter" 'so?" "I've killed a lot"

I looked at them and my strong voice stopped that blond-ish guy to go further with Crystal. "Hey mate, I think you take the wrong girl with you tonight. That's my wife. " I told him with a strong and very furious voice. He turns around to me and gives me a devil smile as he wins entirely now. "Your wife? Ahhh, Mr Hunter. I remember you. I apologise but I know that Miss Crystal is not married anymore. In plus, she can do everything she wants. And she wants me to drive her home now. So if you excuse us.."

Gray wolf Nick, Jenny's husband, is more than thirty meters away from the cave, full of injuries and covered in blood. Nick has just hunted for food and returned to hear the words "I come to save you" from William Jackson, only feeling something sharp stabbing into his mouth wound, causing him pain. Suddenly, Nick loses his strength, and his hand slips down. The small wild buffalo that he had just struggled to hunt for fresh meat falls onto the snow. The three eggs he stole from a large bird's nest also rolled out of his chest and onto the ground.

I sighed, "I'll let the investigator know about the past. Maybe someone brought Aliyha to human territory. Now can you tell me where Aliya went? I want to go find her!" Vincent looked at me and asked, "What if you said before that you knew Aliyah was a hunter? Why didn't you kill her then? A hunter can live in werewolf territory for half a year without problems. Are you deceiving me?" "Everything I say is true. The reason I didn't kill Aliyah was that, from the first time I met her, I knew.… She's my mate!" I hesitated but finally decided to tell Vincent. Vincent froze, pupils dilated. He was still not completely calm, now receiving another shock. There is a storm raging in his heart.

"Oh yeah, what is it " "Well I want to resign from being a hunter " "Oh I see , so why is it that you want to leave " he ask putting his files away then giving me his full attention " I have a mate now and I told him that I would return " I look him in the eyes then looked away fiddling with my thumb "Elizabeth you know the rules hunters don't usually resign unless a critical injury " "Yes I know but I have to return to him please I'll do anything you want me too" he sighed and rubbed his head looking more stressed than the last time I saw him

Sophie pushes me away a little more gently than before and turns her head towards Natasha, who is the least of my concerns right now. “Some guy tried it on. Forcefully.” She explains to her, yet all I can think about is what would have happened had I not found her. She was immobilized, caught in his embrace, choking her, and he wasn’t exactly weak. A dark corner under a shady ceiling, in a place no one noticed her attack. It doesn’t bear thinking about. This is why I should never leave her alone. “Arrick hit him, a lot. He’s out cold, pretty fucked up. Arrick needs to get upstairs and out of sight until it calms down.” Sophie is talking to Natasha, but my eyes are scanning the room behind us

I tried to pull the string back again, but my hands were trembling. The proximity to this man was overwhelming. I could smell the faint scent of his cologne, the expensive tobacco and cold rain. "Let me help you," he whispered. He didn't wait for permission. He stepped into my space, his chest pressing against my back, his large, warm hands covering mine on the riser and the string. The contact was electric, I could feel my heart hammering so hard I thought my ribs would crack from the pressure. "Focus, Princess”, he murmured, his breath hot against the shell of my ear. "In this world, there is only the hunter and the prey. If you hesitate, you are the latter."

Sophie He glanced over, eyes steady on the road. “At first, I didn’t.” he said. “I’d hired someone. Thought she’d show up, but then you walked in, drunk and gorgeous and telling me to strip.” His mouth curved—just the barest hint of a smirk. “You climbed onto my lap before I could even process it and I wasn’t about to stop you.” Heat flooded my face. “That’s not— I thought you were—”

The scars my mate made damn sure would never heal, tattooed into each side of my inner thighs. Did the man see those? Humiliation tore at my chest. The sob heaved deep in my throat, but no sound came. I sucked in the pain. Plucked out the noise. I wrapped the towel around my body and pressed another to my damp hair. I opened the door and there the hunter stood, holding clothes out. Women’s clothes. My brow tipped. “My wife’s. My late wife. She died… years ago. She wasn’t nearly as small as you but at least you’ll have something to wear,” he said, avoiding my gaze. I took the clothes from his hand and retreated back to the bathroom.